Xiao Cheng's eyes were fixed deeply on Feng Yun for a long while before he lifted his sleeve to perform a courteous bow.
"I take my leave."
Feng Yun's lips curled, her beautiful eyes glinting with mockery.
This was Xiao Cheng, seemingly eager to make amends, yet very clear about what he wanted, making the most appropriate and beneficial choice for himself. He would not offend Chunyu Yan, nor would he fall out with him over her.
Xiao Cheng rose and left.
Walking very slowly.
But he did not look back at Feng Yun.
The curtain fluttered slightly, and the cold air brushed in, a bit cold.
For a good while, Feng Yun sat without moving, nor speaking, the smile on her face unchanged, as if it had been frozen there...
A moment later, the curtain was lifted once again.
The person who came in was Sang Jiao.
He carried a warm and lustrous sandalwood box, walking up to Feng Yun with a slightly bowed head, "Qi Jun asked me to give this to the lady."
